Christmas-related poems

I added a few Christmas-related poems this year:

Santa’s dilemma:

Follow his doctor’s orders,
Or eat those cookies

Millennial home

Lactose and gluten free treats –
Santa leaves some coal

God so loved the world
that He sent His only Son
snow gently falling

I've written a number of Christmas-related poems over the years. Sometimes they are in response to other's poems or for a particular purpose - such as this one a couple of years ago for a science fiction site:

supernova -
on some planet are wise men
following its light?

I also wrote one to share with my fellow mall Santas:

A Mall Santa's Prayer

As I hold each precious child
let me treat each one
with the love and care I'd show
Your most holy Son.

And then there was the bad poetry contest I entered (and won!) a number of years ago:

Birthday shotgun

Clem’s birthday shotgun
provided the Christmas feast –
Rudolph’s final flight

Fruitcake

Aunt Ann’s old fruitcake
arrived for Christmas again
(no, not Uncle Ed)

Scurry Christmas

over the river
and through the woods we scurry –
in-laws still find us                                                            15

What’s the poop?

Next year, Santa, please
along with your reindeer bring
a pooper scooper

Stale Cookies

finding stale cookies
Santa raids the cheapskate’s fridge –
ah, a pecan pie

Sleep?

folks in their beds with
visions of credit card bills
dancing in their heads

Gingerbread cookies

half-eaten cookie
clutched in Santa’s stiff fingers –
wicked witch cackles

Ned makes the naughty list

prone beneath the tree
an unconscious Santa Claus –
Ned’s booby trap worked

Beep … beep

Christmas morning Mass –
during Father’s homily
beeps from new game boys

Practical joke

practical joke with
Ex Lax explains why reindeer’s
nickname was “Dumper”

 

Most were written for Christmas cards or social media greetings:

 

Though Santa gives so many gifts
he’ll always be outdone.

He gives clothes and toys and such,
but the Father gave His Son.

 

A slug among weeds

is not afraid to wish you

a Merry Christmas

 

At Nicea St. Nicholas

slapped that naughty Arius.

Now for those with vices

the naughty list suffices.

 

With ox and ass and manger and hay
St. Francis recalled that holy day.
And before that Greccio scene was done
The Father again provided his Son.

Holy Child of light
illuminating with hope hearts
in these darkest days

Christmas Eve walk
studying the stars above -
maybe one of these?

Through the clouds

a solitary star shines –

Christmas Eve

After sunrise

One star still visible –

Christmas Day

 

After Epiphany Santa Claus

will take a pause.

But believers have no need to fear:

He'll be back next year.

 

Oh, to have been a shepherd or a king
and to have heard those angels sing
or to have seen that star so bright
upon that holy Christmas night.

But Christmas transcends both time and place
and we can share in that night’s grace
when like those humble ones back then
we heed God’s call and proclaim, “Amen.”

I'll just keep scribbling away.

 

Merry Christmas! 

 

Pax et bonum